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Suggest you read Chapter One for the full effect. This is fiction however, I frequent massage parlors, in particular one that has an Asian masseuse. I talk to the massage therapists and have learned a bit about their lives and how they see their work and the journey they have taken to do what they do. Their stories have influenced this one. Hope you enjoy. All characters depicted here are over 18.
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In the morning I was in a bit of a fog. Yesterday came spinning at me while I tried to wake up. I was making ends meet as a registered masseuse, but the hours were long and after all of my expenses, I was lucky if I could put anything away each month for the future. My sex life had become rather hum-drum. I had been fucking three different men for the past year and now I was in some sort of rut with each of them. I orgasmed now barely half the time and sometimes I found myself pissed off on my knees sucking on a soft penis. It’s hard on the ego when you suck a man’s cock and he stays soft.
Yesterday I felt alive. I felt daring and exotic. I felt desired and enjoyed being touched. And at the end of the day, I counted double my usual daily take. In 24 hours, I had learned so much how to text efficiently with the dozens upon dozens of horny men who wanted to see me. I got requests for some pretty kinky stuff and I did find some of that stuff very enticing, but I figured that would be down the road experiences with clients I liked. A few men asked if they could have a 15-minute session; I was inexperienced, sure, but I knew what that meant. Lay down get a hand job and leave. Or a blow and go – a new term I learned.
One man offered $100 for 15 minutes. I did the math. I could make very good money providing short and sweet services, but that seemed sordid, too much so for me, at least right now. I was going over in my head how far I would go today. I knew I was going to give a lot of hand jobs, but would I let them finger me again, finger my ass? Would I climb onto their faces and let them suck me? I figured I wasn’t going to fuck anyone today, but would I suck a cock or two? Would I make them wear a condom? Would I take a facial or do a camel toe slide and grind their bare cocks between my soaking wet labia?
But hell, if the guy was creepy, nothing would happen, but if he was hot, well endowed, and able to see me as a sensual beast rather than a transactional whore – well what then? Some one like that might get a blow job. Shit, he could probably paint my face if he wanted to.
I had read on the board about some chick who gives camel toe slides. I had not heard of them before, but I sure was intrigued. I despise condoms, but I wasn’t going to fuck anyone bare, but sliding a bare cock between my labia until it came all over the man’s stomach and my pussy sounded hot to me.
I decided today the only rules I would abide by were no fucking, no swallowing, no rimming either way. There were so many other things we could do.
As I went through my closet for at least three outfits to bring, I quickly realized I had to go shopping. I needed more sex-wear: nylons, gloves, hi heels and garters. I envisioned myself in sheer teddies, little school girl outfits, body suits with holes where my holes are. And toys. I didn’t have enough, and I knew some of them wanted a toy show and a couple wondered if I would vibe them.
It took me about 20 minutes to pick out outfits. I found an old pair of blue jean shorts that barely covered my ass. The crotch was held together by a thin strand of fabric, no wider than a thong. It looked dumb with panties on, so I tried them on without and loved feeling the cloth between my labia. I looked in the mirror. If I stood with my legs together, nothing was visible, but as soon as I parted them or walked my labia were visible. I decided to wear an old boyfriend’s white dress shirt buttoned half way up. Its tails covered my pussy and ass but gave a nice view of my cleavage. One outfit done!
My next outfit that I packed was somewhat conservative. It was burnt orange dress with a button-down front, but it offered no cleavage and it hung just above my knee. Boring, for sure. I figured it was a nice counterpoint to the sheer white bra and panty set I would wear beneath it, which I figured one or two lucky guys would get to see after I asked them to take off my boring dress.
The final outfit was an ankle length peasant’s dress with a low-cut scoop neck. It flowed from the waist. I slipped on some black crotchless panties and some stay up black nylons. Very hot once I slipped off the dress.
Before I scampered off to the studio, I rummaged through my toy bag and found a couple dildos, both rather thick, and a small hard plastic pink vibe I used to use on my clit and sometimes in my ass. I could deliver a pretty good toy show with these, so I threw them in the bag too.
Actually, I had four outfits. I ran out to catch my Uber dressed in tight black jeans, sandals, and a red tube top. It was hot outside and I figured dressing Kadıköy Sınırsız Escort somewhat bare on top was the fitting thing to do. The Uber driver’s name was Abouzar, a handsome, flirty man from India. He had driven me a few times before. I could see him catching glimpses of me in the tube top.
“Wonderful day today,” he said into his rear-view mirror.
“Yes, and a busy one,” I said.
I shifted a bit, so I was out of his line of vision and pulled my tube top down to just above my nipples. I could tell he appreciated that by his beaming smile.
It was a short ride. “Maybe I come see you some day,” he said.
“You always say that, but you never do.”
“I know,” he chuckled. “My wife would not be happy if I did.”
“But you might be,” I whispered, fully aware of the teasing I was doing.
My first client, Carter, was waiting by the front door. “I am early, I know,” he said. “No hurry.”
“No worries,” I said. This guy wasn’t bad looking, a bit overweight, maybe in his late forties. I had prepared the room last night, so I just pointed to the door and told him to go inside. “There are hooks on the door for your clothes and a sheet to cover yourself.” I smiled. “Or not.”
I turned on Spotify to ocean sounds and when I walked in he was standing by the end of the bed. his cock hanging a good 12 inches and it wasn’t even fully hard. I must have looked surprised.
That brought a small smile to his face. That’s when I noticed the money he had placed on the side table. It seemed like a lot, so I counted it. It was a bit odd to see his cock grow as I slid the money from one bill to the next. “This is a lot of money,” I said. “What exactly are you expecting?”
“I am open to whatever you are comfortable with.” His voice cracked a bit. He was nervous. So was I. I wondered if he would be disappointed if I didn’t fuck him. I had set my rule for the day and wasn’t keen to break it with the first client of the day.
I set the money down. “Well,” I said. “Lay on your tummy and let’s begin.” I began unbuttoning my pants. I wanted him to know I was undressing but I didn’t want him to watch. He did as he was told. I slipped out of the black jeans and my thong and finally took off the tube top. I started with his shoulders. He turned his head and saw my naked torso next to his face. He was inches away from my pussy and it was already wet.
Seconds later his hand was on my bare ass. “Oh, that feels good.”
I smiled, “Oh yes baby.” It sounded so contrived, but he ate it up.
I worked my way down his back. For a short while his arm was between my legs and I didn’t shy away but instead I began pressing his forearm into my pussy. When it was time to massage his ass, I poured a lot of oil on it, which made him sigh.
I had never paid much mind to men’s asses before. Sure, I had dug my nails in when I orgasmed or held on for dear life while being slammed, but the thought of a man’s ass being an erogenous zone never popped up into my little mind.
But when I started massaging Carter’s ass, he lifted it up, his knees half bent. It couldn’t have been all that comfortable, but he didn’t seem to care. “Fuck,” he whispered. Then added, “Could you, would you massage in between?” He opened his legs. I dripped more oil, this time to make sure a stream of it slithered down his ass crack. When I ran my forefinger down the middle, he literally jumped. Within a minute he was up on all fours, moaning as I fingered his asshole and stroked his cock.
“More fingers, babe, and harder.
I inserted a second finger and then a third and picked up the pace. He lunged back to take the full force. “More,” he begged.
Four fingers, then five and he wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort. He turned his head and said, “How much more to fist me?”
“You decide,” I said, softly, while I banged his asshole over and over.
“Another hundred?”
With the 300 he had given me before, I was 20 minutes in to his massage and he was begging to pay me more. Suddenly I became entrepreneurial. “Two would be better.”
“Yes, of course, please.”
I removed my fingers and he spread his ass cheeks and I squeezed oil directly into his anus. I had never fisted a man before or a woman for that matter, but how difficult could it be? I scrunched my fingers together and tucked my thumb in and slowly worked my fist into his ass hole. He yelped a bit when the thickest part of my hand found its way through his sphincter. Once inside, I began fucking him harder and as deep as I could go – literally half way up my arm.
All the while I did that I stroked his cock very slowly, teasing it, almost in counterpoint to my ass slamming fist.
“Fuck, fuck,” he kept saying until his cum came shooting out of his cock spraying me all over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned.
I pulled my fist off and cleaned it off with a towel and then sopped up his cum off the sheet and my body. I had worried my fist would be smeared Kadıköy Suriyeli Escort with feces or that this lewd act would have a stink to it, but nothing. He told me later he self-administered an enema so that he would be clean. “You know,” he added. “Just in case.”
He rolled over and lay down. He tilted his head up and said, “Do you allow multiple shots?”
I gave him a puzzled look.
“Can I cum more than once in a session or is that extra.”
“Extra,” I said, without thinking. “What would you like now?”
“I would like a blow job,” he said. “I want to cum in your mouth.”
I put my hand on his balls. I knew I would do it, but I wanted him to wonder.
“How much,” he said, looking at my hand.
“I don’t swallow.”
“Oh,” he said. “Is that another extra?”
Then I got bold. “Carter, it’s another two-hundred to cum in my mouth, but I have this rule about swallowing. It would…” I paused and stroked his cock a little. “It would have to be a lot more to swallow your cum.”
“I don’t care. How about another two-hundred?”
Fuck. That would be $900 for one session. I had a rich one, I figured. “That’s $900 all in, Carter.”
“Let’s make an even grand if you will clean my cock after.”
“What do you mean?”
“Lick it clean, lick up all my cum and swallow it.”
Jesus, this guy was nasty. “Deal,” I said. I figured he had already cum once; how bad could the next load be?
I have always been good a sucking cock. Yeh, I love fucking, but when I am between a man’s legs caressing and sucking him, it is so fucking intimate. Blow jobs were my favorite porn videos and I watched them nearly every day, so I could learn different techniques. By now Carter’s cock was stiff and perpendicular to his torso. Erect cocks are beautiful, but a 12-inch, thick, circumcised cock is a work of art and worthy of appreciation.
I began by wrapping my hand around the base of his balls and squeezing them until the ball sac was puffed out and the skin was taut. Then I began scratching them lightly and kissing and licking them. I licked underneath too though I stopped just before the tip of my tongue touched his anus. I was not going to rim him today, but I wanted him to think about if I would the next time. Over the course of the next 30 minutes I licked and sucked his shaft, played with his pee hole, gagged and drooled when I tried to deep throat him. I sucked him slowly while stretching his balls out and I face fucked myself with his cock while he slammed my pussy with three fingers – at least I think it was three.
Women can tell when a cock is ready to explode. We learned to do that because men try to keep it on the down low, so they can cum in our mouths. But Carter knew I was going to drink his cum. I started talking dirty when I knew he was close.
“I want your cum, baby. Give it to me. I want your spunk down my throat. Come on baby, fuck my little mouth. Make me your Asian slut.”
He loved it and joined in. “Fuck yeh you little suck whore. That’s right gag on my big cock. I know you want it, you want my sperm inside of you, don’t you cunt?”
What drove him over the edge though was when I looked up and caught his eye. “I know baby what you really want.”
“What?”
“I know you want to fuck my ass with your monster cock, don’t you?”
“Oh fuck, yes, yes.”
I kept sucking and jacking him off. “You want to see if I can take it all, don’t you?”
“Fuck, fuck.”
“Do you know what I want, baby?”
“Fuck, what?”
“I want to feel your cock pulse cum into my asshole. I want you to shoot your seed deep into my bowels and make me scream.” I licked his head and then added. “But not now. Now you are going to cum in my mouth.”
And that is exactly what he did. He exploded. The velocity was so overwhelming the first stream escaped my mouth and dripped down to his balls. Everything after that went down my throat. I could hear my throat making gulping noises as Carter held onto my head, so he could fuck my mouth deep. By the time he finished, I was covered in sweat.
“You taste sweet,” I whispered. I saw a pool of cum resting on top of his balls and without thinking I lowered my head and slurped it into my mouth. I slid up his body and kissed him, open mouthed, so that he could taste his cum.
If we had been on a bed we would have passed out and slept for a while, but we were on a massage table, which isn’t built for two people. Discomfort began to make its appearance, so I pushed myself off him, half covered him with a sheet and got dressed. We didn’t speak.
I was a bit wobbly leaving the room and sat down in one of the loungers in the waiting area. Just as Carter walked out of the room, my next client walked in, a bald man who had to be over 70, but he was very fit. It was a bit bizarre. There was Carter who had just filled my belly with his cum and there was this old man who was hoping this hot Asian chick would be sucking him off soon. I felt like Kadıköy İranlı Escort a whore.
I went to my standing desk and Carter walked over, looking very calm and collected. With his back to the bald man, he slowly counted out 10 one-hundred-dollar bills. Seeing him do that made my pussy contract a few times. When he was done, Carter leaned in and whispered, “I am rich as shit, Jane. I can’t wait to fuck your ass.” Then he counted out three more hundreds and made his way to the door. “I will text you about next time.”
Turns out the old, bald man was less intense. All he wanted to do was go down on me and finger me. I needed the rest after the circus ride with Carter. The old man, Peter, was actually very good at sucking pussy; it was relaxing and a turn on all at once. The first time I came was when he slowly inserted his finger in my ass. By my third orgasm he had two fingers in my pussy and two in my ass.
There were maybe 10 minutes left when he stood up, my cum all over his face, and asked me to turn over and get on all fours. “No penetration and no rimming,” I whispered as I got into a position. For the next ten minute he fucked my ass cleavage, while spreading my cheeks a part. It felt wonderful and when he finally came, some of his load reached my upper back. I collapsed to the table and just laid there as Peter methodically licked up every drop of cum on my body.
His payment was more modest but still three times what I charged for a conventional massage. Besides all I had to do was lie there and receive pleasure. Poor me.
The third client of the day was a no-show, which allowed me to go shower and change into the peasant dress, crotchless panties, and nylons. I also retrieved my toys from the bag and put them in the top drawer of the bureau that held my supplies and candles.
I made myself some tea and just sat on the sofa. To be honest, I was having second thoughts, not because of any moral conflict. I just wasn’t sure I could perform sexually at this level six days a week with 30 to 40 men. That’s when the first text from Carter arrived, a video link, nothing else. I clicked on it and watched a man about the same age as Carter eating out an Asian woman’s ass. The close-ups were incredible, and I certainly paid extra attention when I saw the man’s tongue disappear into the woman’s hole. But I figured the actual reason he sent the link was so I could watch the woman crouch over the man’s mouth and fill it with piss, which he drank down. She would release a stream, hold it back while he swallowed, and release again, and so on. That must have happened a dozen times.
I could do that. I knew I could. The next text was a photo of a woman with a gaping asshole splattered with cum. And the next one only said, “$1500?”
I looked at my schedule and texted a date and time.
He texted back a picture of his cock, hard as stone.
By 6:00 pm I had serviced six men – with two no-shows. I sucked four cocks, drank two loads, had my pussy sucked by three of them, fingered by four of them. One guy, a 19-year-old university student just had me tease and edge his cock and balls for the entire hour while he fingered my pussy and sucked my nipples.
After the last one left, I locked the door and poured myself a glass of Merlot and waded through dozens of texts. My schedule was basically full for the rest of the week and into next. I downloaded the bulletin board app on to my phone and discovered a couple of new reviews, one from yesterday and one from the old bald man who went on and on about what my pussy looked like, how it tasted, how tight it was and how many times I came.
One of the texts had been from my fuck buddy. He wanted to drop by and “hang out.” That made me laugh. “Too tired,” was my response. “Maybe this weekend?”
Just before I got up to pack and close shop, my phone pinged one more time. I opened the text and read it. “My brother and I are wondering if you do mobile massage sessions?”
“I could.”
“Both of us at the same time, on the bed?”
“Sure, why not?”
“We are black.”
“I am Asian.”
“Sunday at 3 pm?”
My day off. “Sure. How long?”
“Until it’s over.”
I didn’t want to negotiate a price over text. All I wrote was, “Can’t wait to $ee you.”
“$ame,”he responded. His last text surprised me. “We are friends with Carter.”
I hope you are rich friends, I thought.
Abouzar was waiting outside for me. I think he kept an eye out for my Uber request, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Hi Jane, productive day?”
“Very.”
We exchanged chit-chat like we always did. When we were a few blocks from my place, he nervously asked if I would consider a barter arrangement with him instead of paying the fare.
I chuckled. I wasn’t surprised by his request. “I might be interested but the fare is under $20.00. What do expect in exchange.
“Oh,” he said. “I meant what might happen if all your rides from me were free. I could give you my cell number.”
“Let me think about, Abouzar. In the meantime, how about I let you see my tits the rest of the way home for a free ride.”
He immediately pulled over. “Yes, yes, please.”
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open. I fondled my breasts for a few moments and tweaked my nipples for him.
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